I was going through a notebook today and found this snippet of dialogue I had written down while on the train between Montreal and Toronto this summer. The following is courtesy of a retired couple sitting a few seats ahead of me. They were watching No Country For Old Men on a portable DVD player.
Her: I think it’s over.
Him: How could it end like that?
Him: But it was a great show.
Him: 122 minutes. Huh.
Him: That guy was strange though, eh?